Last chapter. Some comics may take longer to make than others. We want to make sure we make it as good as we can! We’ll try to keep you posted here or on our Blueskies.
Him: Police = That nice chap who told you how to get to the train station when you were lost.
Her: Police = That bastard who got a few kicks in when arresting you for carrying weed then ‘lost’ your new phone from the evidence locker.
The generation gap is real.
Him: Police = That nice chap who told you how to get to the train station when you were lost.
Her: Police = That bastard who got a few kicks in when arresting you for carrying weed then ‘lost’ your new phone from the evidence locker.
God, you captured the exact dynamic so well.
Notice how Eliza is looking out at us in the bottom left panel.